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songs of the rebels.

War song.

Huzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry,
And whip the Yankees from our land, Or with them fall and die.
Rush on our Southron columns, And make the brigands feel
That all the booty they will get, Will be our Southern steel.
Huzza!
huzza! let's raise (the) our banner high, And nobly drive the Yankees out,
Or with them fall and die.

Rush on the columns — let every Southron brave
Nobly charge the accursed foe, Or find a soldier's grave.
With bowie and with pike, We'll rally to the field,
And bravely to the last we'll strike: Resolved, we'll never yield.
Huzza!
huzza! etc.

Then on with our columns — slay the vandal foe--
Beat them from our sunny soil, And lay their colors low.
To the great God of nations Our sacred cause confide,
For we are fighting for our liberty, And he is on our side.
Huzza!
huzza! etc.

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